That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. - Emily Dickinson

"How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exigencies never fears;Whose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreeIn casual simplicity."

"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all."

"The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."

"I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality."

"The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care"